Stories
Nonfiction
Though I’ve never killed anything myself, I’ve been complicit.
Poetry
I keep dripping milk until I’m sitting in a pool of it, sticky, white. I can’t move.
Poetry
She was so happy they were going to save her from the city of Dallas.
Readers' Narratives
It is not surprising that her solo marathon did not turn out as planned.
Narrative High School Writing Contest
Even Medusa was beautiful once, before the sea, snakes, stone.
Any chimera is regal if you turn a certain way. Even Medusa was beautiful.
iStories
She rocks quickly from side to side, proud, lifting herself higher.
Story of the Week
My girlfriend, Sweet Polly Purebred, left me for George of the Jungle.
Poem of the Week
My hands only knew. The painkillers in our mothers’ cabinets.
Poem of the Week
I want something warm that won’t feel shame lying over me.
Story of the Week
He looked a look of vicious happiness and eagerly pried the watch open.
Nonfiction
I wanted to be a citizen of the empire called American Express.
Poetry Contest Winners
On a scale of 1 to 10, the pain dissolves like a Eucharist wafer.
First & Second Looks
I looked up at the sky and had an impression of mystical beauty.
As Butler nursed and played, Weegee leered at strippers, midgets, and murderers.
Story of the Week
Susan Ann so wants to be that girl—daring, free, divinely sensual.
Poem of the Week
It’s been a rainy, relatively windless fall, the aspen leaves clinging.
Story of the Week
We didn’t think of ourselves as anything so grand as sex workers.
Poem of the Week
Let me tell you stories about lands far from here where you are absent.
Narrative 10
Best part of the day? The part when I come up with an idea for a cartoon.
Narrative 10
Dr. Seuss taught me something about the way words can be used.
